I made myself a fancy bowl of oatmeal this morning. Actually, it was a pretty normal bowl of oatmeal, with the special appearance of strawberries. I was very excited about this bowl of oatmeal, until I began eating it and suddenly realized that the strawberries tasted like red lumps of nothingness.
Then I remembered why I usually refuse to buy strawberries until they're in-season locally and being sold by the pint at our farmers' market. No more California-grown supermarket strawberries for me this spring. Blech.
The thing is, I was really trying to get my morning off to a good start. It's been a bit of a rough stretch at our house lately, and I'm still trying to find the right combination of routine, inspiration, and cautious optimism that will make me feel like a real person again.
The routine--which is a key element of my life--has been kind of hard to hammer out, what with shifting schedules and long, empty stretches of free time.
And the inspiration--which I sometimes find absolutely everywhere--has been coming in wisps and threads lately. I'm having a hard time finding something that I genuinely want to pour my energy into. This isn't a new thing for me, although it's been a little more pronounced lately.
Feel free to contact me if you have any advice to share. Or if you'd like to send me a chocolate cake. Either would be fine.
In the meantime, I'm trying to get by on a handful of small, pleasant things. Like having dinner with some dear people tonight. And venturing out for this tomorrow. Or maybe that.
While I'm trying to figure out where to take my life next, here's a to-do list to get your weekend going...
Happy weekending to you!